Her movements were somewhat exaggerated, causing Fu Huaichu, who was beside her, to slowly open his eyes.
In the next second, their gazes met.
Su Zhiruan was sitting; her restlessness during sleep had caused her loose brocade robe to scatter, just revealing the roundness of her shoulders. Fu Huaichu, lying flat on the bed, first saw Su Zhiruan's puzzled frown. He shifted his gaze away, but couldn't help being drawn back to her shoulders.
"Fu Huaichu," she adjusted her clothes, her tone light, yet the embarrassment within was unmistakable. Then, Su Zhiruan turned away, refusing to look at him again.
After turning her head, Su Zhiruan couldn't see the movements of Fu Huaichu behind her, but after a while, she heard the man chuckle softly, followed by the sound of the blanket being lifted. Fu Huaichu moved close to her ear, his light laughter teasing her, "Ruanruan, if we count from three years ago, you and I are practically an old married couple. Why are you suddenly shy now?"